I Never Want To See My Mother Again, And I’ve Never Felt More Free

I am not hung up on the past, nor does this particular story have any bearing on my life now, except it did become a pattern of what was to come.
I am not hung up on the past, nor does this particular story have any bearing on my life now, except it did become a pattern of what was to come.
Dear God, my heart is hurting. It feels weak, exhausted, and conflicted. It feels used, tainted, and left behind. It’s hurting, and I don’t know why.
With someone like me, it is either all or nothing. You either put your hand in the fire and learn to love the way the flames caress your skin or you run.
Unlike grief or situational depression, which can be linked to a single problem or event, clinical depression often pops right out the blue clear sky.
The moments that stop the world only happen when you stop and appreciate the world.
You promise yourself you will leave in a week or a month or a year or tomorrow — but it never seems to happen.
When did I know? When I closed my eyes and held my breath, unzipped and undressed my ribcage.
Friends will ask you to hand over your phone so they can swipe through Tinder and try to get you matches.
I have loved like a gallant warrior, committed to the cause, climbing over walls, protecting frightened souls from bigger battles.
It’s less about personality as much as it is about personality development which involves the spiritual, physical (sexual), and mental needs which facilitate how you build relationships with others.
Take some time, do some research, try some different methods until you find what works for you.
The morning after the police informed Lizzie she was suspected of murder, she was caught tearing up a dress to throw in the fireplace because it was covered in “paint stains”.
It’s that time of the year again. The time where everything comes crashing down one after the other. The time where everything changes so rapidly and you can’t keep up.